Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.